Nobody Makes a Pass at Me Barbra Streisand

I want men that I can please
That I can squeeze, that I can tease
Two or three, or four, or more
What are those fools waiting for?

I want love and I want kissing
I want more of what I'm missing
Nobody comes knocking at my front door
What do they think my knocker's for?

If they don't come soon there won't be any more
What can the matter be?

I wash my clothes with Lux, my etiquette's the best
I spend my hard-earned bucks on just what the ads suggest

Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Nobody makes a pass at me!

I'm full of Kellogg's bran, I eat Grapе Nuts on the sly
The date is on thе can of coffee that I buy

Oh dear, what can the matter be?
Nobody makes a pass at me!

Oh Beatrice Fairfax, give me the bare facts
How do you make them fall?
If you don't save me the things the Lord gave me
Never will be any use to me at all